Following on from the recent new kitchen ordering, I'm in the mood for replacing things around the home. I never want to look around and realise I'm stuck in museum to my favourite decade and so I ring the changes in small ways all the time. Don't remind me of when I kept buying new sofas. That time is best forgotten.
New cushions here, rearranging furniture there... it all keeps me enjoying the space where I live. My daughter's got the bug, too. She's having her bedroom redecorated again, and moving the beds to make more space for her burgeoning activities. She never sits still, so the more floor space I can free up in there, the better. As for myself, I've just taken delivery of a gorgeous new mattress. It genuinely feels twice as luxurious as the last. No more kids creeping in the room and bouncing on the air pockets. This mattress is my refuge at the end of a busy day, teaching dance in schools during the week, and applying for castings where time permits. It doesn't curtail my love of home life, and I try to make weekends the main cooking days.
It's that time of year when the agencies start asking us to freshen up our professional profiles. As my daughter has rekindled her interest in modelling, she's going to need a photoshoot, too. Both our agencies want us in tomorrow. It's packing accessories, ironing outfits, and going through checklists time again.
I've gone for one of my favourite treats, being measured for new lingerie.
I remember going to department stores with my grandma and getting proper shop service. It harks back to a time when a customer felt valued when spending. Now you can pay a personal shopper to fetch and carry for you. Being measured for lingerie is still free and enjoyable.
Got a message from an old school contact informing me she's seen my photo on a billboard - looking shifty - as part of a social care campaign (and not a name-and-shame mugshot, of course). It was part of a shoot I did recently where some shots were fun and others where I'm meant to appear guilty. I'm in black and white at eye level. Without having a say on the final copy I was surprised to see they'd cast me as stealing my neighbour's benefits in this one... in place of appearing as an elder-abuser as originally discussed. Quite glad about appearing as a thief rather than someone abusing the elderly! Here's the ad, with the contact number blocked. Apologies for the glare, but it's snapped on a phone in situ...
My hair's straight there, but I think I prefer my curls right now, excuse the vest top.
Waiting to hear about a possible job on Tuesday and of course, there will be castings. Speak soon.
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